"Stay right here sweetie, ill be right back" my mother said with terror in her voice
All the signs where right in front of me and I knew if she left my side she was as
good as dead. But of course no one would listen to a three year old. So she put me in
the barrel that was next to her bed, then she moved it into the storage room. That was
hidden in her closet, then she closed me in there, ten minutes locked in there and for
the first time in my life I heard my mother cry and beg for her life, she pleaded with the
men but they just laughed at her.
I sat there crying for her but no one could hear me and I knew inside that she was
happy about that. But no matter what I still tried to go to help her.when I finally gave up I
heard not one not two but three gun shots. I stooped breathing hopping it was my
mother who shot the gun, my mother was 5'3", she had jet black hair and red eyes, she
was the most beautiful person I've ever seen. After the first shot I hear her scream so
loud I'm surprised no one came to help her.
After she was done screaming, they began t slowly torture her. I really don't
remember much of what happened after that. The police found me a week later, they
told me I was Lucy to be alive and my mother was a brave person to do what she did
and that she loved me very much and she would be happy that I'm alive even if I didn't
get to help her. Soon after the investigation I found out that my mother would have
survived if they didn't cut her so much. So basically she died of blood loss.
I told the police that the "robbers" started looking for me after they killed my
mother but that they couldn't find me because the storage was designed too look like a
closet and to make it mor believable their was shoe racks on it. That day I swore that I
would hunt down those bastards and make them pay for killing my mother. Thy would
die the same way she did. I still remember her last words "Ester" my name.
Twelve years have passed since that horrible Saturday night in October. That's a
night I wish never happened but everyday life must go on. What troubles me the most is
that I can't remember most if what happened before that day. Tomorrow is an important
day for me it just so happens to be my first day of high school. This should be
interesting.
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